Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I love my little shoebox. It is small but it's cozy and filled with books and purring cats. I have piles of quilts on my bed and papers scattered everywhere. I also generally have dishes in the sink but they are the result of the warm, good food I cook. I wish I was a bit neater and could keep up with the place better, but shoes scattered around and empty glasses aren't the end of the world. In the end it is mine. My little apartment to retreat to and relax in, to clean or not to clean (usually not, but I'm getting better). And while there are probably bigger and better apartments in my future, I hope, and they may not be mine alone this will always be my first solo apartment.